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StoreyTalk_web[with Barron in L.A. at the Bert Green Gallery]

I don’t think that there is an artist who has inspired me more than Barron Storey. I am not alone in this.

There isn’t much that I envy of others, except, perhaps, to have been in one of his classrooms while he was teaching at The California College of the Arts. I am a public college fine art school drop out.

Too late now, I’m afraid, for all of that. I’m self-taught, mostly, and it’s through practice that I’ve become remotely proficient. Through much trial and failure. I suppose that could be said of most anything, in my case – lots of trials; lots of failures.

BarronSig_web[inscription in my Life After Black book, images excerpted from his visual journals]

In the midst of all of those, though, are the wild successes. Things that I’ve made that I can hardly believe came from my hands. Pieces I’ve written that I barely recognize as having been borne of my mind. But the proof, as they say, is in the pudding.

I think artists (ALL artists… writers, painters, actors, circus performers, musicians, sculptors, mimes, burlesque dancers, opera singers…) are speaking their truths, expressing what society so desperately needs to hear but seldom voices.

That is our purpose.


Another Moleskine sketch

Playing with my water soluble color pencils (though I didn’t apply any water to them this time… at least not so far). I found out that Barron Storey now has a blog from my friend Kelly… woo-hoo! I’m a huge fan of Barron’s work and have one of his pieces hanging in my bedroom. Hope to see more of his stuff… maybe at San Diego Comicon.

For love of the arts…

Mixed Media piece by Barron Storey – mine, all mine

The little family and I had quite an amazing day yesterday. We kicked it off with a visit to the Bert Green Fine Art Gallery to see an exhibit of Barron Storey’s work.

It was quiet during our visit so we had a great time chatting with Barron about his artwork (and mine–I received a mini art lesson on composition, with a reinforcement as part of his signature in the book I had him sign) and Steve and Barron discussed motocross racing (Barron raced ‘back in the day’ and was even state champ for about a year and a half!).

I am now also a proud owner of one of Barron’s artworks, which he is discussing with me, above. It was wonderful to be able to get up close and personal to his work, and see all of the built up layers, which doesn’t translate when you look at a reproduction in a book. He is currently working on the reprinting of the Marat/Sade journal with Carl Wyckaert, which will once again become available to all of us who missed out on the first printing.

What impresses me the most about Barron’s work is how he is able to translate his very personal experiences into works of art, transfiguring them by including elements from other sources, such as characters from plays he is working on, and elements from his immediate surroundings, all juxtaposed with iconic elements that are loaded with the emotional force that drives the piece.

I’ve shown his work to some of my (non-artist) friends (via the Life After Black book), whose perception of his artwork is so vastly different from my own. They find its rawness frightening and form their opinion of his character based solely on the darkness of his work (i.e., if his work is so dark then so must his soul). They don’t see that the dark in the work is a way to work out the anguish and lift the weight bearing down on the soul… much like David Lynch’s work. Some express this more superiorly than others, by far. I’ve still got a lot to learn about “letting ‘er rip.”

For a very late lunch we went to Le Clafoutis on Sunset. I have to mention that except for the first time that I’d eaten there, where I hadn’t cared for the dish I selected, the food has been consistently excellent and I’ve not been disappointed in my selections. Steve ordered chicken ravioli, which was tender and subtly flavored – delicious. Gabriel ordered the angel hair pasta from the list of kid’s items. The portion was huge but equally flavorful. For dessert they both ordered tiramisu, which was creamy perfection. Today I had the veal piccata, which was tender, flavorful and excellent. For dessert I ordered a raspberry “napoleon.” It is so rare to find an all cream (versus custard) pastry of this kind that I should have taken several to go as well. The raspberries in it were fresh and made it simply delightful! Our waiter was very sweet and attentive, and he told us that the dessert was on the house since we were so nice, which he declared to be a rarity. While we were pleased to be treated to dessert, I was also somewhat discomfited that our normal behaviour was considered to be something out of the ordinary. Southern California is definitely an interesting place in that regard.

Did you know?
That what is commonly called a napoleon in the United States is otherwise known as a milles feuilles (thousand sheets or leaves), in reference to the puff pastry from which it is made?

Well, in exchange for “the boys'” good behaviour in the gallery, I had to submit to the rest of the day visiting Universal Studios, and spent most of that time wiping stuff (read: water) off of my face. We had time for only two attractions, since the wait in line for each was so lengthy that there wasn’t time to see more. We went on the studio tour, which was quite entertaining, though I got splashed and sprayed with what I am hoping was water throughout the tour. I always enjoy getting a look at the sets. Will Smith was filming up one of the “streets” but while the tour guide mentioned that he at times comes down to the trams and greets the visitors, he did not do so this time. Our next attraction was Shrek in 4D. Again, the “4D” had to do with more interactive water being squirted in my face, and after the third or so time I’d wiped off my face (thankful for the 3D glasses shielding my own prescription glasses) I was about ready to stick some gum over the top of the chair in front of me to block the little holes from which the water issued forth.

We capped off the evening with a very late dinner (or was it an early breakfast?)… at IHOP on Ventura Blvd.

As IF I needed another book, but OH well…

My friend Kelly Kilmer mentioned how much she’s been lusting for this book, which I’ve been wanting as well. The great hype surrounding its release (well, I suppose “hype” is perhaps a strong word for the rest-of-the-world, but if you are a couple of graphic novel geeks like Kelly and I — heheheh… sorry Kelly… I called you a geek, it’s been a long-anticipated, much-awaited tome) has had me in stitches. I finally checked out Carl Wyckaert’s blog and contacted him to see if I could order a copy. Yaaaay! Success! And so… one “Life After Black” Barron Storey book soon to be in my hot little hands. And… to add to the madness, I couldn’t resist a set of the limited edition prints